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 *Tuning Tv*
 *Eminem Snortin' Coke
 
 Tv Presenter:
 Hello boys and 
 Today we're gonna talk about father and  relationships
  you have a daddy?
 I'll bet you 
 *Door opens*
 Who's your daddy?
 
 Hailie:
  what're you doing?
 
 Beat starts
 
 Eminem:
 Ha Ha!
 
 Eminem & Hailie:
 Ok then! Everybody,  up!
 
 Eminem:
 I'm goin' to hell, who's comin' with 
 
 Hailie:
 (innocently)  PLEASE help him!
 *giggle*
 I  my dad gone crazy!
 
 Verse 1:
 There's no  I can't climb
 There's  tower too high,
 No plane that I can't  how to fly
 What do I gotta do to get  to you, to show you
 There ain't nothin' I can't  this chainsaw to
 *Hailie Makes  Sound*
 Fuckin'  brawn, and brass balls
 I cut 'em off, I got 'em pickled and bronzed in a  jar
 Inside of a hall, with my framed 
 Sunglasses with  John's name, on my drag wall
 I'm out the closet, I been lyin' my ass 
 All this time, me  Dre been fuckin' with hats off
 
 Dre:
 Suck it Marshall!
 
 Eminem:
 Tell Laura and her  to back off
 Before I push this muthafuckin'  and blast off
 And launch one of  Russians, and that's all
  Makes Explosion Sound*
 Blow every fuckin' thing, except  on the map, off
 When  it stop, when will I knock the crap off
 *Knocking*
 Hailie, tell 'em 
 
 Hailie:
 My  lost it
 
 Chorus
 Eminem:
 There's really nothin' else to  I, I can't explain it
 
 Hailie:
 I think my dad gone 
 
 Eminem:
 A little help from Hailie Jade, won't you  'em baby
 Hailie:
 I think my dad  crazy!
 
 Eminem:
 There's nothin' you could do or say, that could ever change 
 
 Hailie:
 I think my  gone crazy!
 
 Eminem:
 There's no one on earth that can save me,  even Hailie
 
 Hailie:
 I think  dad gone crazy!
 
 Verse 2:
 It's like my mother always  me
  Impersinates His Mom*
 Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe  Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe, n codeine n goddammit, you little motherfucker
 If you ain't got nothin' nice to  then don't say nothin'
 uh..
 Fuck that shit, bitch, eat a  dick
 Chew on a prick, and lick a million muthafuckin' cocks per 
 I'd rather put  a muthafuckin' gospel record
 I'd rather be a pussy-whipped bitch,  pussy
 And have  glued to my face with a clit-ring in my nose
 Then quit bringin' my flows, quit givin'  my ammo
 Can't you see  I'm so mean? If y'all leave me alone, this wouldn't be my M.O.
 I  have to go eenie meenie minie mo
 Catch a homo by his toe, man, I don't know  more
 Am I the only fuckin' one who's  any more?
 
 Hailie:
 Dad!
 
 Chorus
 
 Verse 3:
 My songs can make you cry, take you by 
 Aat the same time, can make you dry your eyes with the  rhyme
 See what you're  is a genius at work
 Which  me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret it at first,
  when I speak, it's tongue in cheek
 I'd yank my fuckin' teeth before I'd ever bite my 
 I'd  my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightnin' twice at once
 And die  come back as Vanilla Ice's son
 And walk around the  of my life spit on
 And kicked and hit with shit, every  I sung
  R. Kelly as soon as "bump n' grind" comes on
 More pain inside o' my brain, than in the  of a little girl inside of a
 plane
 Aimed at the World  standin' on Ronnie's grave,
 Screamin' at the sky, the clouds gather  Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade
  that's pretty much the jist of it,
 Parents are  but the kids love it
 Nine millimeter heater  in two-seaters with meat cleavers
 I don't blame you, I wouldn't let Hailie listen to  neither
 
 Chorus
 
 Outro
 Eminem:
 Crazy
 
 Hailie:
 *laughs*
 You're funny daddy!